In the darkroom, Su Kui gently pulled down her hood, and after the mirror worship went to rest, she came out quietly.
It's funny to say that in my own territory, I have to be so sneaky. I'm afraid that people will know that no one can do it except her.
The more Fusang fell asleep, the more Qingyuan's face was pale, his thin lips were dry, and he looked embarrassed. Her eyes flashed and sighed, "why don't you give up? I will not do this to you if you bow your head for me. " Speaking, tone, full of frustration.
Her long hair, still steaming, was tied casually with ribbons and draped over her chest. Just bathed, her face is like hibiscus, which is different from the domineering in the daytime. Now she has a little more gentle belonging to women.
"Tut, it's miserable."
Su Kui couldn't help chucking. With white fingertips, he picked out his sleeves and looked at the scars on his bones. "The more you support the mulberry, the more you support the mulberry. You are really a disaster!"
Just now, she put the pulse for him. Sure enough, although the wound outside looked frightening, in fact, the disordered meridians had been cured by those pills. Sure enough, Duan Ziyin is really willing to give up. So many precious pills are also willing to give all to a man who has never met before.
Is this a child who is reluctant to find a wolf?
After years of indoctrination, the blood on Duan Ziyin's hands was no less than that of her. Will such a person be the virgin who yearns for light and has no city?
Hiss -
before he said it, Su Kui couldn't help but laugh. Because of the cruel Luojiao system, he didn't know how much flesh and blood he stepped on just by climbing the left dharmapala seat. It crawled out of the dead sea.
She was so angry that she pressed his wound. The more Fusang was in a coma, unprepared. She snorted, and Su Kui smiled. She took a pill from the porcelain bottle she had brought, opened his mouth rudely, and stuffed it in.
The pill soon melted into his mouth and gradually flowed into his four limbs and bones along his throat, nourishing his damage caused by excessive blood loss.
"It's cheap for you, hiss --"
after all this, she snorted coldly. As usual, she put on her hood and went out quietly.
Two stones slapped on the sleeping disciple in black at the door. They yawned and woke up. Then he turned pale with fright. The figures in the darkroom were the ones that the religious master attached great importance to. How could they sleep so carelessly?
They looked at each other, stepped forward quickly, opened the stone door and looked at it for a while. They were relieved to see that the man was still lying on the stone bed with his life and death unknown.
Seeing those terrible wounds on Yue Fusang's body, he shuddered and closed the stone gate again.
-No one knows. In fact, when the woman comes, Yue Fusang will wake up.
The stone gate closed again.
The more Fusang moved his stiff hands and feet, the more cold and itchy he felt in the wound, which was gradually healing. What the woman gave him to eat was strange, but yuefusang also felt several very precious herbs.
Light colored eyes flashed a trace of complexity in the dark chamber. What does a woman mean? It is clear that this injury and the identity of the prisoner are all due to her. But in the middle of the night, he sneaked into the darkroom and healed him.